I read the Lovely Bones for the 5th time this past week, and I found this gem.
"In the fall of 1976, when she reached California, she drove directly to the beach and stopped her car. She felt like she had driven through nothing but families for our days - squabbling families, bawling families, screaming families, families under the miraculous strain of the day by day - and she was relieved to see the waves from the windshield of her car. She couldn't help thinking of the books she had read in college. The Awakening. And what had happened to one writer, Virginia Woolf. It all seemed so wonderful back then - filmy and romantic - stones in the